Back From Hell
Jay Dub
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Yea, listen Dub All that money shìt you talking nigga that shit cap for real (All that money shìt you talking nigga) Made it through the fire look like I came back from hell (Made it through the fire nigga) Listen Yea All that money shìt you talking nigga that shit cap for real Made it through the fire look like i came back from hell Global shipment on this product hit it with a vacuum seal I don't trust that nigga he a bitch he rat he squeal That bitch is a baddie she a brat she want Chanel I'm not really pimping i'm not spending stacks for real I just talk my talk then she let me clap for real I take henny and pills like them shits a package deal Vicodin, Adderall and Percocet boost adrenaline This bitch I met she so obsessed she screaming dub just put it in So much bread coming in I feel like the muffin man Got a bag then fucked it up and fucked that shit up once again Too much grams up on the scale it's fucking up the measuring Might react up off of impulse I aint take my medicine Been in this game for like 2 years but i think i'm a veteran Substance abuse I take that E pill mix that shit with Ritalin We empty clips and spin again Ask for forgiveness sin again We gonna win regardless don't matter who they put us against Demons box me in like a house surrounded by picket fence Entanglement with his bitch I call her Jada Pinkett Smith I take a perc and break it up and tell that bitch to take a sniff Was bouta f*ck but had to kick her out once I just took a whiff I had to get it how I got it back then I was taking whips Had some homies on the strip was making plays they making flips Nigga ran off with your shit we take your cheese and then we dip Thought he was ready for the game applied that pressure then he quit Don't like the way that she suck dick I told that bitch to use some spit Don't like the way that bitch is spoiled don't get her way she throw a fit You want some bread then take a risk Don't wanna f*ck she take a lyft i'm counting bills that got blue strips this money new it's extra crisp That pistol turn into a semi automatic with a switch He got hit up with that shìt and now that nigga don't exist Turned him to a spirit he could only live on through his pics Need a quick fix aint take my daily dose and now I got a itch Said you was solid to the end so nigga how you went and snitched Went on a lick that nigga froze up so we put him on the bench Can't leave my house without the tool and I ain't talking bout a wrench i'm smoking zaza by the pound bitch this a real expensive stench We pull up make it rain get caught outside nigga you gon get drenched He upped that gon pointed it at my face and I didn't fucking flinch I take your gifts got me feeling like the grinch (Yea yea) I make I her strip, she off a couple drinks Got bricks of money, but this isn't a brinks Pull up like a pirate take your treasure and watch your ship sink Give that bitch a couple compliments and I bet she gon link Jewelry cold, necklace froze it's like I got on a rink I'm realist in the game, nigga i'm the realist in the game nigga what the f*ck you think Big MT$ You know what the f*ck going on Yea, Yea Uh
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